The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1887-07-10
LIN ARNOTTys oATH.
Ue Took It over the Dead Body Of His
Chiid-vvNi Ho Keep Its


I,om tie Toiedo Bade
Atbin-faced, hungry looking woman, whose
tattered dress scarcely covered her nakedness,
dragged herself wourily along St Clair street
tho other night 1T was In tho gildcd section OF
Wsre si IN a bast th' The fiddle made scordant
] and The Plane rS9 q t e. tgS s T paess
ragged ike ike serseif. but with face that was
beautiful. even though tear stained ana eiouu
The two Walked slowly and In silonco. Both
seemed to have but ONE o's IN wo yYT stea
S Santionsy !" through the cracks Us Il eager not
doors. with diamond cut glass in front. stood
"haif seas over though not too drunk to
w You You Won't md jim there" he groYyled
hn a Fns W do hs waS
here" and with that he started toward the he
woman as 4 to hurry her on her way; . Qu,Sdd
folds Of her dress. and said huskily: Don't
Yer haps on me- MS or m ssna
a aS% the Woman M sarea ar again up street.
suddenly both stopgsd Their eyes lad a,ond 1t
ff rSSh. o. p th teG bar GnG IN aea place
leaning careessy "a sgq asd th1 b 9sr rirh
heau resting, upon ms leit HIN -, ,it iS ~
coat, and the rod sleeves of his shirt were
scarcely e nddieT hgs fh WIS ,aso an
doing a large amount OF work with little exer-
ton There that X mis- II
In spite OF the surroundings and the bad indi,
cations, something GOOD e9nid G2me ev ouI Oh
for r' tho drinks not for himself, but for half 2
dozen other men, who were In oil stages Oh
Finally she turned to tho girl who Was near
ready to cry anal WHISPERING n gsdeW sM ond
Wa feh i RAPIDLY I into ths saloon she made
strnight for the man in the red shirt
rJim want y2H 10 come .n none around and.
What t do You want Of me' What s1o yooga
dispieas snS evident from his looks by sozing
by hS arm sad hsf
man laid his hands upon her, and then drew
her revolver. which she almost thrust In MS
face lin she sd he no Se'f homs Wit6
me- me- or viii Shoot YOU have worked myself
nearly to death for you. Jim Arnott and IN ~
and and come here to drink it up. We have babe
ct home and God knows It suffers Tor want OF
enough to eat ~ is 1rts ba s enc the
walk. Look at mel The woman you promised
to cherish and protect. Jim Arnott. In rags al
eSt sn nc more W. might
Il you bad lot drink alone: We might be are re-
as true us there. is q God in heaven" She nl.
most shrieked the last words, and jim Arnott
inn barrel Of the revolver He muttercd some-
thing as o sort OF farewell to his boon COM
panions. and then led the way out followed by
"a A blade reporter, who had witnessed tho per-
city, the Vile Sf and daushteT dragged the
cottage. In q moment faint light steamed
shutter. or shade. The interior OF the room
q he Sres
rnnSh GSeaen Chairs apology for
and cot constituted the features Of the outfit.
The reporter had only time to take cursory
ton was directed to the cot. Tho mother hnd
stepped up to It as soon as she had iIghtSd
the feeble lamp Her back was r., toward wa. Inc the
only for moment. Suddenly she threw her
hands wildly above her head. and with an
stoniest heart she fell across the cot Arp9t.
was lifted her tsnderiy up linen ioF t the na ass
nsn INSANE Amot had left cottage
Saer and be sGS s followed
They entered the cottage, and the latter wake
hand ii over the child's heart withdrew It, knelt
down. and then placed his ear, close to the In
fant's breast. As he arose he turned to the
anxious parents, who were WATCHING, every
movement closely, and shook his head An
other cry from the mother. who again threw
herself on the couch startled the reporter The
doctor left the house. and the living were alone
with their dead.
It was Impossible to hear what was said in
that house, but the reporter was witnesS to
what happened. For a long time the mother
lay motionless across the cot clasping the
dead body OF her infant to her breast. Liz. on
the other side, was vainly endeayoring to Eet
straight to where her husband sat, with his
face buried IL HIS hands touched hin on the be
hor own, her tear stained face turned pitoous-
ly toward hip, she led him, almost by sheer
and he knelt, she by his side. He raised his
right hand to heaven, and the reporter could
the pantomlme was too real to be misunder-
than that taken By James Arnott in the pres
ence of his dead child